The Wrecking Crew Story

So as I continue this story, I ask that you keep in mind that we're still only on Friday night. Once we had our naps and did a little more shopping (where Amanda purchased this terrific dress she wore out that night), we stopped at the mall food court for some dinner. This is when Steph's mom called to see if we were - in her words, out clubbin' - yet. I found this terrifically comical.

We headed home and got all gussied up in our dress-to-kill dresses and heels (thanks again Steph for letting me borrow those adorable sandals!) and took a cab to Le Bar. Apparently, Le Bar is such a fine and classy establishment that they don't even need a sign to help you find the entrance. Fortunately for us, we're all very intelligent and found our way in.

We ordered some cocktails and began scanning the room to find somewhere to sit down when we spotted a gentleman sitting at a table for three all by his lonesome. Being bold, we strutted on over and Amanda kindly asked him if he'd mind letting us have the seats. Up he hopped, we took the chairs, and he (Daniel) knelt by the table to chat it up. A bit later he commented about his good fortune about three beautiful women coming up to sit with him, and it was then that Amanda pointed out how we kinda stole his seats from him. It seemed he didn't mind.

Soon after, his friends Paul and Rebecca turned up and joined us. The waitress also turned up with three little stools to add to the table out of nowhere. Quite the magic trick. A few jokes about us having a girls' night out on the town led to Daniel's famous comment of the evening that will forever stick as our favorite nickname for ourselves... "They should call you girls 'The Wrecking Crew!'" Now I'm not sure who the infamous "they" is in this situation, but the name is good. I can see a logo with a nice little wrecking ball...

The rest of the evening was good fun. We laughed, we took tons of pictures, we enjoyed cocktails, we made trips to the bathroom... I'm not kidding, this bathroom was huge! There were like separate rooms within the bathroom. You could get lost in there! In fact, I did. I couldn't find where Amanda was washing her hands at when I came out of the fancy stall with a glass door.

Our three friends knew each other from time spent in Arizona. One of our favorite stories the next day concerned their age. It's like a riddle: Daniel and Paul have been friends since the 2nd grade. Daniel tells Melanie he's 34. Paul tells Stephanie he's 31. But Daniel tells Amanda that he's been at his job for 10 years since he started at age 19. How old is Rebecca?

Then again, we probably weren't completely honest either. Amanda told them all about our fourth friend, who apparently is a red head. I should like to meet her. She sounds lovely. No matter what, we had a good time getting to know them, and I hope that Paul and Rebecca got together in the end and that they all had fun in Chicago. They're probably still wondering if we really happened to them, ha.

Good times were had. Phone calls were made. And we stopped in the W on the way home since it was close to Steph's place to finish off the night. Steph and I even stayed up for like another hour til 3am when we got home for a little more girl talk, which may or may not have involved chatting about various members of the male persuasion. Such details remain secret between best friends. :)

Check back next time for details about our fun adventures on Saturday, including a trip to probably the coolest bar/dance hall ever.